Wow...I just got a gift...three Neil Gaiman books and a collection of photographs from Tita Marites! I can't believe it. It's like I was a kid again and it felt like I was actually excited and looking forward to celebrating my birthday. The feeling was so different, it's like being lifted off my messed-up life. I'd say this will be one of the best ones I'll ever have in this lifetime...heehee.
Here's my favorite picture:
Yes, back to my thesis: I have been going to places the whole weekend, interviewing people for it. I guess it was a new form of renewal, having heard things that these people went through, and how uplifting it was to hear them talk about their struggles and still stand strong.
I went home this afternoon, and fell asleep because I was too tired to think or do anything...and then I woke up listening to Tori Amos' "Silent All These Years". I'm like, what the heck have I been doing with my life? Twenty-one years, and still I felt as if I didn't learn anything at all. Sure, I'm well-versed with a lot of computer thing-a-ma-jigs, but about self-renewal and soul-fulfillment...? I don't think I'm anywhere near that now. So I decided to listen to India Arie's Live In Brazil DVD... and I've always loved falling asleep to the words of her song...
"I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song, I wanna go where the rivers are deep enough to drown my shame. I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way, I wanna go where the wind calls my name."
It's like I'm not meant for all this crap. I have a calling, yet I don't know where...ahahah. I'm beginning to sound like a teenager wanting freedom from late night curfews. Ima stop now.
To my pinoy_mohican: you rawk ma worlds pare \m/
